One for the road.. that road that I hope wraps it's dark tendrils around this cold creature.. engulfing every sense in darkness. At first. Then.. yessss, then letting those little sparks of imagination leak through those inevitable cracks. Those cracks that litter the walls and ceiling.. even the floor. Those cracks that somehow hold outside the rain.. yet always let in the cold winds. And those dark little whispers. The ones that taunt.. and whisper their dark little secrets.. Yes.. sleep. Sleep that I hope illuminates the mind and nudges all these dark little deviant desires.